E_T_Poetry&Writes ZW

I know we don’t see eye to eye;
You think I am a wayward son;
And I think you are a negligent father
But eventually we will have to talk about these things.

I am your son,
This is the first I will ever be,
Before I become anything else.
And you are my father,
This is the first you will ever be,
Before you become anything else.
I wish we had known this sooner,
Then maybe we would have stuck by each other,
And not become enemies by blood.

I won’t go much into blame games,
And start asking who is who,
And who did what,
But I want you to know I emulate you
And despite my aloofness
I really do love you.

I wanted to come to a day,
Where you would finally be proud of me,
But unfortunately, I don’t know if that day will ever come
If it doesn’t, I just want you to know;
I wrote this early in the morning
For the first time, tears streaming down my face
I don’t even know where they came from
Coz I don’t cry, not even at funerals
But once in a while when I cut onions;
I want you to know, not a day goes by
That I don’t pray for you
And not a day goes by, without me thinking I should call.

Maybe one day, I will take a brave step,
And call you despite all my fears
I will let my timidity bow down to my yearning for you
And humbleness to supersede my pride,
Because we really can’t be people who only talk at funerals;
I am afraid one of us will end up talking about the other at his funeral.

I wish you success in every way,
I wish you long life to see your grandchildren.
I am working towards that right now,
Now I understand why it seemed so hard,
Good people are really hard to find,
But I think I found the one,
Maybe she will cross paths I am too scared to cross.

You are faraway, I wish you was near
I would tell you everything
And maybe you would give me some advice
I really hope that day Will come,
But for now, happy fathers day.